The Island of Rhodes: a stroll in the Street of the Knights.
We are off even sooner. I just have time to ring my daughter and hear her GCSE results (I think this may be the real reason I didn't sleep last night). They're good and I'd like to celebrate, but we only have time to get down to the dockside and check ourselves on board the Silver Paloma - a cruise liner bound for Limassol. Her final destination is Haifa, and the majority of the passengers are Israeli families returning from holidays on the Greek mainland. The security implications are explained to us at some length, and we are told to take all precautions and report any unauthorized objects. Most of our gear has been stowed securely below, which produces a gem from Basil at dinner. When asked by Clem if he has one of his sauces to enliven a dull carrot soup he says loudly and with some exasperation, 'Oh no! The Bomb's in the hold.' (Readers who've just come in, see Novgorod.)